Yea, It's 50, A.K.A. Ferrari, F-50, break it down. I got a lot of living, to do before I die, And I ain't got time to waste. Let's make it.
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothing, We say you a wanksta, then you need to stop fronting.
You ain't a friend of mine,(yea) you ain't no kin to mine,(c'mon) What makes you think that I won't run up on you wit the nine, (uh huh) We do this all the time (what), right now we on the grind (yea) So hurry up and cop and go resell it nicks and dimes, (uh huh) Shortie, she so fine, I gotta make her mine, A *** like that, gotta be one of a kind,(Whoo) I crush em every time, punch em wit every line, I'm ****ing with they mind, I make em press rewind, They know they can't shine, If I'm around to rhyme, Been on parole since ninety four, cause I commit the crime, I say them my line, I did it three to nine, The D's ran up in my crib, you know who drop the dime.
[Chorus] You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothing, You say you a wanksta, then you need to stop fronting, You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothing, You been hustling a long time, but you ain't got nothing. You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothing, You say you a wanksta, then you need to stop fronting, You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothing, You been hustling long time, but you ain't got nothing.
[Nicki Minaj] Now will all these bitches wanna try and be my bestie But I take a left and leave them hanging like a testi Trash talk to em then I put em in a hefty Running down the court i'm dunkin' on 'em Lisa Leslie
It's going down, basement, friday 13th guess who's playing Jason Tuck yourself in you better hold on to your teddy [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/my-chick-bad-lyrics-nicki-minaj.html ] It's nightmare on Elm street and guess who's playing Freddy (SCCCCRRREEEEEAAAAMMMM) (my chick bad)
Chef cooking for me, They say my shoe game crazy The mental Asylum looking for me You a rookie to me I'm in dat bam wam purple lam damn bitch you better been a fan.